What will happen to the cities

When the wheels no longer turn?

What will happen without purpose or the people

When the fire no longer burns?

Who will be singing when the rain starts to pour

And the doors of your church, they don't open up anymore?

What will happen when tomorrow comes?

When the beggars dance in your streets

Will you join them and take those shiny shoes off your feet?

Who will be there to listen to the words that they share

When our ears are closed and our eyes can only see what they wear?

Who will be speaking when the lands start to flood

And the waves that come crashing in are filled with your blood?

What will happen when tomorrow comes?

When the painters and poets are writing the rules

... their truth

Oh, when we see the dealers, deceivers, the down-and-out and the dreamers

Who all have their parts to play in this tangled web we have weaved

Well, now what's gonna happen if there's no heaven or hell?

Will we be able to finally tell

What will happen when tomorrow comes?

What will happen when tomorrow comes?

So I dedicate this to all, all the living

The dark before the dawn

If you have a little faith

Wherever you're coming from

Know there's hope when tomorrow comes

I'll give you something you can take

Until the morning light

A six-string serenade to keep you safe tonight

The day has just begun

And I'll see you when tomorrow comes

I'll see you when tomorrow comes.